Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 179: After completing her preparations, she retrieved an iron piece, concealed herself behind the counter, and hurled the iron piece across the room. The resulting clang echoed through the space. Footsteps approached rapidly. The iron door burst open as Nyla and Callie remained motionless in their sanctuaries. A voice suddenly pierced the silence. "Boss, they've escaped! The window-they've fled through the window!" A flood of footsteps invaded the room. Nyla caught Callie's eye and raised her fingers in countdown. Three, two, one-run! They bolted through the doorway.

Behind them, voices erupted, "Boss, there they are!" Darkness enveloped them outside, but neither dared pause. They immediately diverged onto separate paths. "Remember our agreement!" Nyla's voice carried across the darkness as they sprinted in opposite directions. The scarred leader observed their flight, barely containing his fury. "Split up and pursue them!" A shroud of darkness blanketed Ulares, casting long shadows across its streets. Nyla's lungs burned as she sprinted through the dense forest, her feet stumbling over unexpected terrain.

The steep slopes challenged her every step, threatening to send her tumbling. Men's voices echoed through the trees behind her, driving her forward as she clenched her jaw in determination. Despite the winter chill that pierced her skin, sweat soaked through her clothes. Moonlight filtered through the branches, offering just enough illumination to reveal her path-another sheer drop suddenly appeared before her. Death waited at the bottom of that precipice, forcing her to veer sharply onto a new course. gαℓησνs․c brings imagination alive "You go that way; I'll go this way.

She can't have gone far," one of her pursuers called out. "Alright," came the response. Nyla's heart clenched with desperate hope that either she or Callie would find Ethan, but fate had other plans. Callie emerged onto a road, her chest heaving as she pushed forward, praying for Ethan's rescue-or even just a friendly face. Harsh light from a car ahead suddenly flooded over her disheveled form, highlighting her flushed face and dirt-streaked skin. Angry shouts erupted behind her. "There she is!

Don't let her escape!" "Stop her from getting in the car-move!" Terror drove Callie straight toward the approaching vehicle, heedless of the danger. The car screeched to a halt, and before she could knock on the window, the driver emerged. Relief flooded through her at the sight of Ethan's stern face. "Ethan! I knew you'd come. They-they were after me. I was so scared." She clutched at him, her fears melting away in his embrace. Her pursuers drew knives but faltered as another car arrived. . . .